Excelcia uncorked the decanter of wine and brought it up to the prisoners lips. "Drink. Drink and be merry." The prisoner spluttered at first, not use... to drinking much at all. She gulped the wine down her painfully dry throat heartily, dribbling crimson down her chin. When the decanter was half emptied, the queen parted it away from her, and poured it in a slow stream down the prisoners chest. "Let your scars be anointed, let the dirt wash away." The queen kissed her, her luscious bee-stung. My left-hand slips under the elongated shaft, not gripping it yet. My right-hand closed and my index fingertip begins its travels, discovering every vein, every ridge, every knot on the way up, the largest vein stopping just under the head. I smile and caress there in circles, putting pressure. I see him gripping the bedspread, his eyes rolling back.I unfasten my necklace and wrap the pearls at the base, my both hands grasp them and begin a slow stroke, the pearls massaging from the base to. She told Mike that the dark woods was better, as it was much more scary and exciting! She also told Mike about the big bull Minotaur, her first breeding session and how it felt to have her hands around his gigantic sex organ and how it had left her wetter than ever with incredibly dark thoughts of nasty and perverted sex with nasty beasts! Mike had told her she should be careful, as not far from where she had run naked, a small band of Aborigines had moved in and set up camp, and that there. She was seated on a stone sill and looked out over the canal. All kinds of little boats and gondolas passed like silent flotsam. The apricot sun licked at the silver threads in her bodice of heavy silk. It painted high sweet curves where the corset pushed up her generous tits. The full, wide skirt spread from her waist in a cascade of silver and green. It opened into a full length split. One lovely tanned leg stretched all the way from her hip to the embroidered silver-heeled mule.It dangled.